A Private Affair

“Isn’t it so delightfully… enigmatic?” My friend Yasmin gushed, gazing starry-eyed at the bizarre exhibit she’d dragged me to this evening.

I narrowed my eyes at her and then back at..whatever it was I was looking at. The exhibit was some kind of pretentious live motion experience of the human heartbeat. In all honesty, it looked to me like a bunch of wannabe art students dressed in different shades of red, spasming around the room uncomfortably close to the spectators. Apparently, they were jolting around based on their prediction of a person’s anxiety, or some bullshit like that. Yawn.

Lisa gave me a cross stare and I blushed. “Oops, did I do that last part out loud?”

“Mona, one day you will have a great appreciation for the abstract arts, and will be thanking me for introducing you to it.”

“Honey, I’m going to be 36 years old in a few weeks, I think my ‘abstract art appreciation’ phase would have come by now, no?”